Showing posts with label FOXY TANN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FOXY TANN. Show all posts

Monday, May 6, 2019

hound’n the FOX

lemme kick today off by say'n that if you think today's ramblin's are about
some cutesy lil story involve'n some of CASPER's creations...and how they became fuzzy frenemies of the forest...well...i'm here to tell ya...you got on the wrong fuck'n bus...i'm all about the bait and switch kittens!

picture it if you will...the year...1974 and blaxploitation bad ass babe of the
 silver screen PAM GRIER...starr's as the sexually infused hot-blooded FOXY BROWN...who's seek'n vengeance fer her government agent throat plunger who gets shot in cold blood by drug deal'n goons at her front door steps

well...today's guest was 5 when FOXY lit up the screen...and just like
 FOXY...they have 0 regrets lighten'n up the stage...(along with a lil mary jane every now & then)...& dripp'n in sexually charged productions fer over 20 fuck'n years

follow'n in the famous foots steps of a long list of celeb interviews here at 
the orafices of "GET OFF MY DRESS"...like the ever incomparable LADY BUNNY...who i had the pleasure of make'n her as my very 1st celebritaunt interview while land'n the MADONNA MDNA gig to host her officially return to the Minne-Apple after 25 years
that lil non heterosexual door stop star of "WILL & GRACE" & the "SORDID LIVES" franchise LESLIE JORDAN
and that texan tv news anchor turned hot as H-E-double hockey stix porn star daddy...that i bumped into at the last stall to the left one nite at the slutoon in the Minne-Apple...DALLAS STEELE
among many other absolute pleasurable mentions thru-out my dimly lit career here...give'n you yer weekly dose of irresistible skepticism to make you ferget about yer insignificant miserable existence...even it is fer just a mere 3 minutes (depend'n how brain damaged ya are)

hold on to yer hair piece kittens...fer today's special guest is here...via
 satellite...i give you thee one and only bad ass boss of burlesque...FOXY TANN!

so glad you could pop a squat with me to entertain my legion of lesions thru-out the planet consider'n that you've been in the biz of show...
entertain'n the masses that sit on their asses ever since 1997 google tells me...can you tell inquire'n minds...like myself...as to how FOXY TANN came to fruition and to whom were some of yer very earliest influencers that made you become the big bad ass of burlesque that you are today?
in a very strange way, I feel like The Fox (as i refer to myself in the 3rd person, like all good celebrities) came into being the minute i saw my first drag show at The PHouse in Orlando. And i was like, this is a fantastic job how do i fucking do that? It took a few years, but eventually I produced a show called The Superior Lounge at The Gay 90s and the people that made that whole show happen are who i consider as being in the labor room for the birth of The Fox. Sara Moore-The Old Clown, for giving me the original words. 
Camille Collins ShowGirl of the North for opening the door to a bunch of vaginas to perform in a dirty mans club. Leah Nelson for getting it and choreographing it. 
But quite honestly, if i hadn’t seen John Waters movies, Rocky Horror and Liquid Sky in my early teens I don’t think that i would be the show ho that i am today.

you've entertained many crowds amongst the LGBTYXPDQ community (did i miss anyone fer christ sakes?) & performed with many a diva's thru
out yer illustrious career...from MARGRET CHO to yer WHAM BAM THANK-YOU MA'AMS
from Vegas to Vermont (everyone and everywhere in between)

i've even had the a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e pleasure of share'n the spotlight with you
 durin' the run of the "APRIL SHOWERS" show @ the VARSITY Theater in Dinkytown of the Minne-Apple & also starr'n along side you in the  epic no equity ball bust'n short film i wrote called "MOMMIE QUEEREST" (while i was unfortunately suffer'n from a bad case of pink eye and regrowth) of all whom you've performed with over the years...is there anyone that you'd gladly give yer left tit to...to share the stage with and what city or suburb do you still want to invade where you have not?
Iran, Iraq and the Stans, i really feel like they could really use a show of scantily clad women asserting their independence in the most naked of ways. I have already done Tel Aviv and Jerusalem 
and they just don’t appreciate a well twirled tassel. Next year we want to crack Europe! I have performed there, but not the way that i want to...everything is just so much more lively and less tawdry there...don’t get me wrong...i love tawdry, but my whole life is tawdry, sometimes it would be nice to be taken seriously...you see in Europe they consider us to actually be artists! Can you fucking believe that? Respect for entertaining the masses that sit on their asses! Who wouldn’t want to go work there? !? And as to who I would love to work with...i work with some of the bestest people in the fancy, naked people biz, all the time, i am a lucky bitch, 
my dream is to put all the bestest together at the same time on the same stage and do a show that would eclipse the good Dita Von Teese for the bore that she is...oops...was that too much? But honestly Krystal, I am just waiting to take the throne when Oprah gives it up, who the fuck else is gonna fill those shoes? That’s right, Foxy Tann!

recently...you were diagnosed many moons ago with a rare but often over-looked fatally treatable disease...pulmonary glitterassdias..that's more 
commonly known as "GLITTER LUNG" that has affected the careers of many many people...up to and include'n LIZ T & LIBERACE (R.I.P) 
even MARTHA STEWART was affected by this undiagnosed disease...all down to yer love of all things that sparkle...
you yerself became the reign'n spokesmodel fer G.L.A.M (Glitter Lung Association of Minnesota) how are yer lungs today & is there anything that my legion of kittens thru-out the planet can do to help make yer life as comfortable as possible?
The work that i have done for GLAM has been some of the most gratifying that i have done in my life. How many people are affected by GL is astounding! And the symptoms for the most part, until the end stages of the disease, are not visible, so you just don’t know who is infected. The people I have met. The children...gods the children...I tell you, Krystal, I really do it for the children, their tiny glittery lungs, so beautiful, but so deadly. It is heartbreaking isn’t it? i am constantly reminded of other peoples suffering...
every time i go into a Michaels or JoAnns, it’s right there, the glitter, the architect of so many’s demise as well as glamor. But for right now I am comfortable and hopefully i can stay that way with all the leaps in tech that have been made. I will say that one of the best things that my legions of fans can do to keep me comfortable is to start an account for me at StarBuds in CO, I am there almost once a month, cannabinoids being one of the only decent and festive treatments for GL, and i think that would definitively make this woman super duper high and happy! Another way that you can support The Fox is by actually supporting The Fox. Come out to a show! Why the fuck are you at home? That TV ain’t your friend.
I mean, I’ve seen TV, it’s all butt cream, erection pills and fear! Come to a Foxy Tann show and I promise you that you will not get any of that shit! Not ads for depression and psoriasis but good, clean nudie fun. But if you can’t do that, you cannot bear to miss that rerun of the Kardashians, my solution is my PayPal addie, foxytann@gmail.com, and it accepts support and comfort 24/7/365!

a lil birdie tells me yer that turn'n a half century in the not so distant future...(which i simply completely don't believe it) but without look'n back at the last half century that has already defined you...what are you presently most look'n forward to be doin once you hit the very BIG 5-0?
i am excited for my further destupifying! I am sooooo enjoying not being as much of an idiot. It is so satisfying, realizing that aging isn’t all for nothing. I am enjoying being a 50 year old stripper. Something that I would have never done when i was supposedly in my prime. And i am fucking good at it. Go figure. 
I am also looking forward to my official bday party at The Black hart on May 16 at 9pm...i am gonna get rip snorting drunk and hopefully someone will turn up with Bolivian marching powder cuz that’s what you do on your 50th isn’t it...or is that just Thursday? i can never remember.

so why don't we go completely off the grid & tell my flock of feline followers
exactly how much wood...would a woodchuck chuck?
I have heard that it depends on the woodchucks upbringing and general self confidence. If the ‘chuck had supportive agents and a decent education chances are they will succeed in the woodchucking family business.

and now is thee best part of the entire interview that i like to simply call... 
"can we talk about ME fer a change?"
so how this works FOXY is...in yer best OPRAH blouse...ask me anything you want to know about ME under the rainbow...& i mean a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g that you want (well except about rainbows...cuz that's just fuck'n lazy journalism)
i wanna know how you feel about the death of the super cunty drag queen (my idols) and all of the shade throwing that went along with it...i am consistently at a loss...i miss the catty witticisms, the shade that was revered for it's cleverness not the meanness. Ok the meanness too, it was funny! But it used to be a comedic tool. And now its just not seen as inappropriate. How do you feel about that bitch? I’m allowed to say that here right? This is a safe space right?
well FOX...(i feel we've shared everything now...well...except a STD at this point in our careers....so may i call you FOX...FOXY?) i'm completely cracked up about how the art of drag these days has been smacked up side ways like a cheap but very coutured hooker have'n a bad day try'n rent a room at a motel 6 on some off ramp in Sheboygan Iowa...but the fact that everyone's gotta sell their bitter spleen and "apologize" in advance these days...and hand-out 12 step insecurity blankets
 just cuz some CASPER fear'n...mutha fuck'n...cock suck'n...trailer park rent'n...Jesus...Mary Kate & Ashley Simpson on a crusty cross...#metoo bowel movement...MIGHT possibly get offended...from the Ru-tard's at the reunion specials...to the FB whiners who try their damnedest to try and fry up a back hand sammich comment to someone's post that they feel should be cast into the waste pit of insensitive fuckery...PUHLEEZ!
if yer that weak kittens...here's a quarter...call Alex and buy a damn clue!...and while yer at it...marinate yer mind in some hemmroidal cream and SUCK IT UP SALLY!...and speak'n of rotting road kill with an ego as big as her anal entrance and as talented as a blood clot in clod hoppers
i sent flowers to a mutual adversary of ours to mark the 5th anniversary of her demise...anniversaries mean sooo much...don't they?

i wanna thank the entertain'n bad ass boss of burlesque FOXY TANN 
 fer spend'n some time...tickle'n her typewriter today
 (yea...like i have the budget fer a satellite feed kittens...puhleez!)

to keep up with the bad ass boss of burlesque FOXY ...

if yer a twatter...twitter her @ https://twitter.com/foxytann?lang=en

if yer come'n to her BIG 5-0 bash in ST Paul MN...click here fer all the info
(and don't ferget to bring ya holla's and ya dolla's...hip replacements aren't cheap)

if you got that itch that you just can't seem to scratch...well...then call a doctor pronto Mr STD 2019
and get off my dress!

Monday, December 2, 2013

As the Eyelash Curls

though live'n the life of thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of the my own universe...does have it's perks...BUT...
and there always seem to be one attached to that title...it can get a lil sticky when you practice pray'n at the alter of "celebritism"

kitten…lemme break it down fer ya...

i've produced this FAB-U-LESS event in the Minne-Apple that is very much an homage to the hay days of Studio 54...at the Varsity Theater...
fer the past 4 of 6 years...well...minus all the drugs...random sex acts...
Andy...Bianca...Debbie...DIVINE...and Liza

from hunt'n and hire'n the talent...sett'n up the photo shoots...hire'n the graphic artists and collaborate'n with  the concepts...til the wee hours...
 of the morn'n til my back is broken...hire'n the videographer...film'n the backdrop videos...write'n scripts fer sketches...design'n my one of a kind outfits...and hire'n the dressmaker to execute it to perfection...fly'n around town on the wings of my maxi pad blow-about post'n posters and place'n fliers in every nook and cranny imaginable on my dime...remind'n the troops of rehearsals...and gett'n to the show on time...
it's ALOTTA fuck'n work...fer the chicken feed compensation i get...but i stick with it fer the complete rush i get from the stage...though it can ugly at the drop of an eyelash...i want it to look like a sensation...cuz it is a genius concept! 

hosted by my good friend and sorta suedo sister...
BITCH FLOWERS

include'n other fab-u-less staples like ME...
thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe KRYSTAL KLEER
the boss of burlesque FOXY TANN...
with past performances by...
international sensation SHERRY VINE...KEVIN AVIANCE...CAMILLE COLLINS...BARBIE Q...VICTORIA DEVILLE...MRS. SMITH...SOLE2SOUL DANCERS...with sing'n sensation HARLEY WOOD...
along with spinn'n sensations of DJ's LORI BARBERO...LINDSAY SHIEK...JAKE RUDH...and RICO

we would get every walk of life from the str8's...gay's...bi's...tri's...
tranny's and granny's...from the young and old and the "i give up"
it's the party not to be missed...as it welcomes spring back to the
Minne-Apple
after a long cold hard winter

i knew by year 7...it hadda be HUGE...YES!...i'll admit it...
i'm a size queen!...i don't don't party favors 

so one even'n as i was toss'n idea's in my head...
after toss'n up dinner to the porcelain gods...i sped down the informational highway fer who i thought would be the perfect present fer BITCH's 150th barfday bash to keep her from end'n up in some pile of merlot vomit on the floor before the nite ended...and would also entertain the crowd

hmmm who could fill these shoes?...then it smacked me upside the head...
much like Joan did when i was a kid...

so after spend'n 4 months hunt'n down his mgr...
along the informational highway...it was off  to meet in Oprahville durin' his DJ tour

after being on pins and needles all day one sunday afternoon in Oprahville and not hear’n a peep from Boy's mgr...i thought it was in the tank (as much as i was from the nite before)…the venue was confuse'n on the FB page...then it said it opened at 9 so we got there about 8:30…only to find out at the door it says the club didn’t open til 10…needless to say…
we weren't happy campers since it was sprinkly out…and we all fergot our weather proof bonnets

so we hunted down 3 different bars fer nibbley’s…first one…the kitchen closed 5 minutes before we got there…the 2nd nibbley joint we found...
had some sorta chalk artwork outside of it…but the 3rd one was just about almost right…til i seen the drink and nibbley menu…you hadda basically remove an organ to eat there…so i just had a tic tac and a glass of
“just get my to the damn show already”...
seriously…it started to feel like i was in some bad after school special...twisted tale of
Goldie Frick’n Locks and the 3 restaurants from H-E-double hockey stix!

we FINALLY made it back to the venue…only to be greeted by a rope and more sprinkles…and now it’s AFTER 10 f*ck’n o’clock…
the bouncers were act'n like M-A-D-O-N-N-A was inside or somethin'

well ok...BOY does have the same perennial effect on me (and i don’t even know what that means...it just popped in my noggin) but i was seriously wish’n a huge bathtub of calgon bubbles were right around the corner!
15 minutes AFTER 10 they FINALLY let the crowd in…my heart was pound'n like the natives on Kong island...it felt like i’d gone thru some sorta time warp as i walked thru the entrance…and was dance’n around in my bedroom use’n the vacuum hose as a...ummm...microphone...yea that's it!

of course i darted straight fer the merch table to get some over priced crap that’ll fall apart in the laundry no doubt after a washing or 2…and end up at the bottom of my tee shirt graveyard...but at least i knew that i'd wasted money on somethin’ i'd really appreciate fer the next 30 minutes...
the merch man...who i'd met years ago at other gigs…was lick’n his fingers clean from the KFC coffin in front of him…and was doin his best sales pitch tell'n me to get a tee cuz they’d ALL be sold out before he [BOY] goes on
ummm…do you know who I AM by chance?
i am THEE UNINTENTIONALLY INTERNATIONALLY UNKNOWN PERFORM’N ILLUSIONIST OF MY OWN UNIVERSE…i cannot be pressured into purchase’n at this moment (but if i do…do i get the UNINTENTIONALLY INTERNATIONALLY UNKNOWN PERFORM’N ILLUSIONIST OF MY OWN UNIVERSE discount?)

i told him i was here to meet with Marc Vedo about hire’n BOY GEORGE to spin at MY EVENT (yes i said it…who cares...it may be Bitch's name on the marquee as she so dementedly reminds me every year...but it isn't a show without me grease'n the wheels to make it run just right) and merch man points to the poster on the wall and says to look fer Marc in the crowd...
SERIOUSLY!...ummm i don’t “LOOK”…i am LOOKED AT!...(apparently he don’t speak this queen’s english) so i figered...ok this is how they do their meet’ns (and not in some board room with crisp white linen fertaise sheets and over priced imported toilet water)
well from the 3 choices of tee’s…i wanted 2 1/2 of them but i wasn’t about to sell my unborn niece’s baby into slavery to pay fer them…and fergett’n they NEVER take plastic at the merch table…i hadda hack up a lung at the ATM…and broke down and bought one (since it was the last medium of all there tee’s)…apparently the hefty hide-away stampede never happened like they thought when they placed there tee order…seriously…the GIGANTOR sized tee’s could’ve sheltered a mongolian family of 4

so the 1st  DJ who was play’n (which wasn’t even mentioned in the add)…was ok...but really?...a DJ to OPEN fer a DJ to open fer THEE DJ of the nite? that’s like gett’n a fluffer before the paid prostitute...it don’t make sense to me!...but whatevs i guess

we...mean'n me...figered…buy a cocktail to calm down…and i thought that would do the trick…i mean...this was the 1st time i would EVER be try'n to hire the person on the poster that adorned so many walls thru-out my 
teenage angst years and beyond... thing was...one cocktail was half the price of admission into the damn club (which…to be honest…looked like yer flashy and charm'n but typical shit box club…with a couple of disco balls and P.Diddy’s bodyguards as door checkers)

the bathroom was nicer than the entire bar…they had an “attendant”...
but let’s be honest and call it what it really was…a fluffer with a 401k plan…(and i’m sorry)…but who in their right mind is gonna take a #2 without NO walls or door to deflected the musical gruntage? i’m just say’n…the designer obviously was a perv!

by 11:30ish Marc had FINALLY gone on…but seriously…techno music without words…is like a hooker without a std…am i right?
12:00…12:30…12:35…12:45…1:00 am…1:30…1:45…ARE YOU F*CK’N KIDD’N ME?...i may have felt like a tweeked out teenager walk’n into the venue…but i was up since 5 am…by now i was turn'n into a tyrannosaurus toad!

as my group of stalkers friends i was with…jumped ship one by one…until i was stand’n there alone (except fer the huge crowd around me) i was ready to turn into a pissed off pumpkin myself…then all of a sudden…as i was face’n the door and contemplate’n how much it would really hurt to jump in front of a bus…the sea of hands in front of me did a double zeig hiel Hitler while they stared up into the 2nd floor like it was a total eclipse
as i turned around...i seen this huge puff of fog under flash’n bulbs…a beard and a skyscraper top hat…it was BOY F*CK’N GEORGE!

well at least that’s what the announcer said…but fer all i know…it could’a been my uncle Vern in eyeliner…look’n like some tranny talibanner with a top hat…but i just took them fer their word it was in fact BOY GEORGE!
Marc finally had walked down thru the crowd…and HELLO!...he totally was gravey on my mashed potatoes look'n...and so i wouldn't be some star struck fucktard…i waited til i had an open’n to chat…and it went a lil somethin' like this :

Me: hey Marc it’s Mattress Fever from Minneapolis…i spoke with Emily in London about hire’n George to spin at my event next april in Minneapolis and she told me to contact you here
Marc: oh riiigh…oiee blimy mate…nice to finally meet’cha…yea i don’t know enaethang ‘bout the fee bu i think it’s guud…talk to me wifey about all that but I think it’s a go though
Me: ok cool

we shook hands...he smiled and walked away and that was it! 

REALLY?!?duuur!...wai’da’ minute!...so do i have BOY?

i didn’t wanna read anything more into than what Marc said so now i guess i’d have to email his wife and get the ball roll’n…roll’n…roll’n down the Mississippi river

float'n on cloud 9...i decided to go back to the crowd and dance like it was
1984 all over again…i ended up meet'n this fa-bu psychotically war painted party monster blimp JoJo Baby and this fa-bu perform'n illusionist Sissy Spastik in a full body condom adorned with mirror bits and silver garland heels and as thin as a rake
  (i hated the bitch fer look’n so sick and able to pull it off so effortlessly)
  it was like look’n into a 18 year old mirror of myself
we danced…gotta photographed to H-E-double hockey stix…met some guy (why not!) that clung to me like flies on hot shit all nite (I mean who wouldn’t right? Don’t answer that!)…who wanted me to go back to his hotel by the airport…then tells me he’s been “married fer 15 years” and N-E-V-E-R cheated on his bf…but he would with me…cuz that's...oh what's the word i'm look'n fer...O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L!
UMMMM TAXI!

wait'n til the wee hours of bar close as dawn barely begun open her eye…i realized…i’m no longer the 20 year old energizer bunny i once was…i had pretty much been up fer a full 24 hrs…just to hopefully hire and get a pick with the Boy...but no such luck (with the pic anyways)…and seriously i didn’t wanna go into total batshit breakdown f*cktard mode…like some do when in the presence of an international icon!

so i gave my proverbial hug to my non existence present failure and hopped a cab…and as i turned around look’n back as my good look’n failure faded into the misty nite club of the nite…i remembered one thing…YOU IDIOT!...you never gave him yer number in case he gets back home to Milwaukee and finds his bf is hacked to pieces or somethin’ and needs console’n!!

by the time i had arrived back home and into work the next day...it was endless emails back and forth from london to new york...one after another...almost certain that i was ready to cross off one of the many things on my bucket list...then  it FINALLY happened!
BOY had released his brilliantly penned solo album "this is what i do" of original hits after 18 years...finished with his DJ obligations and miniature tour in england...
then announced he and the the original CULTURE CLUB members were goin back into the studio fer a new album in early 2014

i was beyond over the moon of this news...but i also knew...
that this was not good news...FER ME!...so i didn't get BOY at my party this time around!...EH!...what'dya do but line up the next best things...which i did...but it's TOP SECRET til the new year...even better though was hear'n that all the band members were gett'n back to do what they do best...it's music to my ears and well worth the slight disappointment...so if BOY is out there gett'n this read to him...and i trust he is...
T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-U!...T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-U!...T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-U!
we will meet once again!

now get off my dress!